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Coming next week…there be dragons

Look at me. Let me see you one last time.

A Dragon’s Desire, Releasing 7.2022

Hot hands closed around her wrists. Strong hands. A man’s hands.

The dragon’s hands, she reminded herself. Even if he was wearing that admittedly gorgeous male body, he was still a fricking dragon.

He tugged and she was so caught up in her emotional storm, she didn’t even try to resist. A moment later, she found herself gazing into eyes a rich, vibrant shade of gold—an impossible shade of gold—a familiar shade of gold.

“Your eyes,” he said, his deep voice a raw, rasping growl.

She blinked, uncertain about what he meant, or what her eyes had to do with anything, especially when compared to his eyes—those rich, glowing golden eyes that burned with an inner fire.

Why was that golden gaze so familiar?

He shoved his hands into her hair, his intensity now a raw, demanding thing that wouldn’t be denied.

“What is it about you?” he demanded in a rough murmur, staring at her as he bent closer, his eyes staring at her raptly, fascinated, as if he’d found something special that he’d lost. “And your eyes…”

No, not just special. Something vital.

But why he seemed so enraptured by her eyes, she didn’t know. And she couldn’t even ask him, either, because a heartbeat later, his mouth was on hers, one hand still tangled in the wet skeins of her hair, while he slid his other arm around her and held on tight, his overheated—naked—body a brand against hers.

Gia gasped against his lips, her mouth opening, first in shock, then in dazed, desperate hunger as he licked at her lips, then stroked into her mouth, the taste of him smoky and wild, every wicked temptation she’d ever dreamed of.

Reaching up, she caught hold of his biceps, her mind spinning and her heart racing.

Deep inside, in the very core of her, she heard a whisper—Look at me. Let me see you one last time.

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Being the strong one

I think most families have a ‘strong’ one.

That port in the storm. The one who gets called when there’s a crisis or a medical emergency.

Hey, BONUS POINTS if the strong one is a person with medical background or an understanding of mental health problems.

We get to weather all the storms, right?

But what happens when we are tired? When we are on the edge of a crisis? Does anyone even notice?

I don’t think they do.

What if the strong one is just too worn out & broken?

You know what happens?

Nothing.

We aren’t allowed to break or feel weak.

Even if we hate being the strong one & we tell people that, they don’t get it.

Strong is good, right?

But we’re still human.

We screw up.

We hurt.

We feel.

But we don’t have many resources because our ‘support’ system thinks we’re just ‘strong’.

When we fuck up, we’re failures.

When we just need a break, we don’t get it.

You know what? Being the strong one sucks.

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If you want in on the Doyle short…

Time’s a wasting. Paid post goes out tomorrow, so sign up on my Patreon today!

Support tiers start at $1! Check it out at Patreon.

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A Doyle short story? Yes, please.

So, if you’re familiar with Patreon. I use the platform there to help fund my Kit Colbana series. Patrons get early access to the stories and those who choose higher tiers get extra perks.

Some stories, like the next full length Kit book, coming hopefully by late summer, go up for sale shortly after released to my Patreon readers. Others are Patreon-exclusive for a while longer.

I had an idea for a short story for Doyle that ties into events that currently going on in the book I’m writing for Kit and patrons who are current with the platform by the end of the week will have access to the story when I finish, which should be in the next couple of weeks. Support tiers start at just $1, so if you’d like to read it when I finish, head over and join my Patreon now!

SHORT EXCERPT

“How inevitable, Doyle?”

Cracking my neck, I looked away.

She shoved me lightly. “Answer me!”

I caught her hands, held them trapped against my chest. The fear in her voice broke my heart. I pushed the knowledge aside, because thinking about it meant thinking about what she’d come to mean to me and that was dangerous—for both of us, and unfair to her if everything ended happening the way it probably would later on down the road.

“How inevitable?” she said again and this time, she was the one with the growl in her voice.

“From what I’ve been told, within the next decade, there will only be two cats in the Clan with more dominance than me,” I told her.

Her eyes widened and for a second, she swayed. “Hey…” Grabbing her hips, I steadied her. “Breathe. Now.”

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Delay the Dragons

I’m going to have to delay the release of A Dragon’s Desire. Not by much-it will still be out this summer, but I don’t want to rush it.

In the meantime, here’s a tiny snippet.

Excerpt

Swaying forward, she pressed her lips to his.

The heat of him was shocking, a brand to her senses.

She gasped, falling back, one hand braced against the earthen floor beneath her, her eyes widening as the light contact reverberated through her. It was like…

She couldn’t explain it—coming home.

Tears rushed to her eyes, an overwhelming ache deep inside her suddenly making itself known. That ache consumed her—but it wasn’t pain, precisely, because the ache was only there to tell her that she wasn’t alone. That she was no longer broken, but whole.

You…it’s you. I’ve found you.

Soren reached up to cup her face, his brows coming together. “Witchling…” He stroked a thumb over her lower lip, the other feathering over her brow. “You’re sad.”

“No,” she whispered, the words forced out through a throat thick with emotion. She couldn’t explain how she felt—she wasn’t sad, was she?

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Kit is finally talking!

So, Kit Colbana #7 is FINALLY moving along.

FYI, if you want to be the first to read her next, and final, book, make sure you become a Patron over at my Patreon! There’s a longer excerpt over there for Patrons only and Patrons get a free copy of the book as soon as it’s finished. Plus, depending on the teir you choose, you can have your name added to the dedications or other perks!

I don’t yet have release information on the book. Kit’s story is harder than write, partly because her stories are darker, so I have to go into a darker headspace. Some of you who’ve been following me for a while are aware I’ve had a lot of hard life shit thrown my way over the past few years, starting with the loss with my brother in 2017 to suicide, then losing several other family members, close friends and finally my father in law last COVID. It’s affected my depression on a drastic level, which means I have to avoid trying to work on Kit’s story and other darker stories for my own mental health.

Life is finally smoothing out–some–and Kit is talking again, so her story is coming more steadily. More details to be posted as I have them, and I hope to have this book out this year!

Excerpt

“Decided to have a tantrum, huh?” He gave me an arrogant smile. “Going to pick up something else to throw? Great way to handle this, Kit.”

“You are the reason that mess happened today—the reason a child got terrified—the reason I got burned almost to the fucking bone, Damon!” It hurt to just force those words out through my tight throat. I was so furious I could barely breathe. And under the fury, there was hurt. For a second, I felt the prick of tears and the thought that I might actually cry left me paralyzed.

Damon saw something in my expression and he sucked in a breath, swore quietly.

But when he started toward me again, I backed up.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No.”

This time, he listened.

“Blue was there, following his fucking Alpha’s orders. He makes a great little soldier, Damon, but he’s not too great at thinking on his own.” I was cold now, so cold I had chills and I had to fight the urge to cross my arms over myself and huddle in for warmth. “Whatever reasons you have for putting your toy soldiers on my ass, you were the reason I ended up with second-degree burns all the way from my right hip down to my right knee. If I had been just a little more human, I’d have died from shock alone—even Colleen being right there wouldn’t have been able to save me.”

Damon’s jaw went tight.

“Tell me why I’m being followed!”

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New book – A Dragon Shifter!

First… before I forget… I’ve started a page on Ko-Fi.com. I’ve got several of my older Ellora’s Cave titles listed there for sale that aren’t available anywhere else, like the Fated trilogy. I also collected all the Christmas stories into an anthology, Ho Ho Hot Holidays.

Some of my books are monthly deals at Kindle.

A Prime’s Passion http://bit.ly/SW_APP

Never As It Seems http://bit.ly/SW_NAIS

The Virgin http://bit.ly/SW_TV

Haunted Magic (opens at JC Daniels site) https://bit.ly/JC-Haunted

Annnndddd… another round, the books all part of my FBI Psychics series

The Doubted http://bit.ly/FBI_Bk7

The Innocent http://bit.ly/FBI_book6

The Unwanted http://bit.ly/FBI_bk5

Talking with the Dead https://bit.ly/32vBhh6

If you’ve missed any of these titles, now is a great time to get them!

Coming in February

You will wander, you will roam

SORIN: He is Zmeu, one of the great dragons of myth. 

As a young dragon, he was told an important truth: Dragons do not fall in love. They definitely did not fall in love with mortal women. 

It’s a lesson Sorin takes to heart. He might have had a mortal mother, but mortals had also killed her, leaving him alone. 

A dragon grown, he dwells in an impenetrable castle, living a dragon’s best life. He dances with fae swan maidens, steals baubles from unknowing kings, scoffs at mortals stumbling through life wasting time on war, hate…love.

Then love finds him.

In the village of his birth, a woman teaches him a truth his dragon family hadn’t—it’s rather easy for a dragon to love.

Ever seeking solace, ever seeking home

Easy to love, yes. But understanding her? Not so easy. Sorin’s arrogance led to her death…and a curse. 

Hundreds of years later, living in the New World as the world prepare for war, he is almost numb to the curse that haunts him still. 

You will wander, you will roam, they’d said. He did. But seeking solace, seeking home? Home and solace were lost to him, every bit as much as his love. 

As penance, he guards the mortals in his territory, as she had protected those under her care. He’ll hold off the coming war as long as possible. When the time comes to take up a sword—or breathe fire—he will. It’s little comfort, but his lost love would expect him to protect. So he does.

One night, a sudden awareness yanks him from deepest sleep. Chasing the faint magical trail, he finds a woman battling for her life. Just before a killing strike, he sees her eyes…eyes of haunting green. 

The eyes of the woman he’d loved, the eyes of the woman he’d killed.

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December Sales & Stuff

This is gonna be super quick cuz I’m supposed to be writing and do my newsletter and writing on a freelance project, too.

Oi.

I’ve got a few titles on sale.

SALE!

Links

A Prime’s Passion http://bit.ly/SW_APP

Never As It Seems http://bit.ly/SW_NAIS

The Virgin http://bit.ly/SW_TV

Haunted Magic (opens at JC Daniels site) https://bit.ly/JC-Haunted

Also, if you missed the chance to buy books from my Ellora’s Cave publisher, I’ve recently released a couple that were still out of print, like the Fated trilogy.

I also collected all the Christmas stories into an anthology, Ho Ho Hot Holidays.

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Buy me a Ko-Fi, Get your name in a book

I’m of a mind to just crawl into a hole and post a sign that reads EVERYTHING SUCKS, but that’s not going to fix my current situation and as much as curling into a ball and grumbling at the world sounds great…that’s not going to help, either.

So I’m going to try something productive that might help. I’ll give the hole option a try later on, maybe.

For much of 2021, my writing output has been far below normal. After losing my father in law in January, my mother in law’s health has spiraled down and I’ve been spending a lot of time with her, whether it’s having her spend a few days here or traveling with her or taking her to various doctors appointments. 

This has all had a detrimental affect on my ability to create, so I’ve mostly been focusing on my ghostwriting jobs, since they provide the quickest, most immediate income.

My mother in law was diagnoised with Alzheimers and dementia earlier in the year and as time passed, she spent more and more time with me, which continued to affect my income. Even my ability to ghostwrite has taken a hit over the past or so as I’ve had to focus so much time on trying to find help for her and get her placed. (FYI, that’s practically a full-time job…how do people do this???)

Her mental and emotional health continues to decline. Finally, for her safety, we had to have her admitted to a long-term care facility a short time ago.  For the most part, she’s already more stable, her moods far more level than they have been a long while.

As more of my time is freed up, I’m able to focus on writing my stories more, but I’m also dealing financial hits from bills that piled up over the past couple of months as things just went from bad to worse. Within the next few months, I think everything will level out again, but in the meantime, I can’t even rob Peter to pay Paul…I did that last month and Peter’s now broke as hell.

If you are able to help at all, I’d really appreciate it. Check out my ‘shop‘ on KoFi, where you can buy your way into one of my upcoming books!

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A Prime’s Passion – now out

Yay! I have a book out today! After dealing with dog disasters and other assorted family things, I finally have a few minutes to blog about it, too!

Do you like seeing a good grovel from an alphahole who made the mistake of his life and hurt the only woman he’s ever loved? How about a strong heroine who isn’t so certain she can forgive said alphahole? How about meeting the heroine’s BFF…a deadly, dangerous, beautiful mermaid who totally kicks ass? (I really, really love the mermaid, folks).

Eyes down, little wolf.

In her world, the strong were broken young or they didn’t survive. Eyes down, little wolf, Zee’s father would say. You aren’t strong enough yet.

Zennia Day kept her eyes down and stayed quiet, knowing that one day, she’d escape.

When her chance comes, she finds herself on a road that takes her far from Massachusetts, all the way to North Carolina.

She has her eyes on the future…until she meets Niko, a dominant Therian male and future Prime. When she looks at him, instead of a challenge for dominance, Zee sees a promise of forever.

Niko charmed her, teased her…and stole her heart. Mere days later, after making a public, permanent claim, he crushed that same heart in his fist, tossing her aside in front of the entire world and casting her out of pack lands.

Ten years later, she’s an outcast, living far from her own when she gets word her father is dying.

She can do nothing—she was banned. Violating Niko’s order was to court punishment, even if it was just to tell her father good-bye.

 

“Day is dying.”

The blunt words almost had him on his knees until Niko realized his second-in-command wasn’t talking about Zee, but her father.

No Therian is ever left to die alone, so Niko sent orders the Day family to come home.

Niko is unprepared for Zee’s message. I have no pack. I have no home.

The words leave him shattered.

Realizing what he’d done in his rage, Niko pushes harder for answers. It doesn’t take long to discover that what he’d heard a decade earlier had been based on lies. Because of those lies, he’d thrown away the love of his life.

Zee’s been paying the price ever since.

Now he must mend a heart he’d broken…and convince her to give him one more chance.

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Here…nice long excerpt

If his cock got any harder, it would punch a damn hole through his jeans.

Sitting on the bed, gripping the edge with hands gone clawed, Niko tried to breathe through a haze of lust so powerful, it threatened to shatter what pitiful control he’d managed to maintain.

Take me to bed.

The words echoed in his head, over and over and over.

Seduction or tenderness isn’t required.

The fuck it wasn’t. Seduction and tenderness were just two of the things he owed her, two of the things he intended to give her. He wanted to… Hell, he couldn’t expect her to trust him again anytime soon, but this bitterness… How could he touch her with that between them?

And yet there was truth in the words she’d spoken.

They’ll look at me, realize my… dilemma, and understand that you still won’t touch me.

The thought of anybody looking down on her, of anybody pitying her, sneering at her, or laughing at her, all of it made him want to tear things apart with his bare hands.

So caught up in a haze of anger, need and want, he didn’t pay much attention to the creaking sound that was a door.

But then there were footsteps.

Zee, he thought, uncurling his hands from the bed.

The lost look in her eyes right before she’d turned away had gutted him.

Did she really think he didn’t want her?

Rising, he moved to the hall, her name already forming on his lips.

The sound of another door had him going predator-still.

The door to the outer hallway.

He was in the main area of the suite before she had it fully open.

“Zee—”

She looked at him over her shoulder and he came up short, his brain short-circuiting as he took in the sight before him.

She still wore the thin white button-down shirt she’d had on earlier—with no bra on. He could make out the darker circles of her nipples. Both his mouth and hands itched to touch, to taste. The shirt was tucked into a pair of skin-tight jeans, paired with sky-high red heels that matched the lipstick she’d put on. Her eyes were made up to look all sexy and slumberous and her hair was in a messy topknot that left the delicate, elegant arch of her neck bare.

Sucking in a breath, he rasped, “Where are you going?”

“To the bar.”

Before she could slide from the room, he caught her arm. She weighed less than nothing to him and he had her against him, his back braced against the door before he even thought through his reaction.

“If you want a drink, there’s a fully-stocked bar here.” He angled his chin in the direction of said service.

“It’s not a drink I’m after,” she said bluntly.

The possessive animal heart of him snarled in outrage.

“No,” he said quietly.

Zee curled her lip. “That decision isn’t yours to make. Please move.”

He moved. Toward her.

Plunging his hands into her hair, he arched her head back and slammed his mouth down on hers.

She sucked in a gasp, sealing them together more completely, their breaths becoming one.

Breaking the kiss, he painted a path down to her neck with his mouth and bit the arch where it flowed into her shoulder. “What are you after, Zee?”

She fisted her hands and rested them on his chest, her body trembling. “What are you doing?”

“Answer the question.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he sent the remaining pins that had held the knot secured flying, then tugged her head back so he could look down into her flushed face. “What were you planning to find down in the bar?”

“You already know the answer to that.” Her lips were swollen but the lipstick must be quality stuff because it hadn’t smeared at all.

An image of her on her knees in front of him, those red, red lips wrapped around his dick flashed through his mind.

Groaning, he banished the erotic torment of a fantasy, sliding his hand from her scalp to her neck. Her pulse beat against the delicate skin like a trapped bird.

“You plan on finding some stranger to hook up with?” he asked, and even though he had no right to her loyalty, some part of him was devastated. “That’s really all you need? A quick, hard fuck?”

“I’ve learned to live without most of the things I once thought I needed, Niko,” she said. “I get by on what’s necessary to survive. And yes, a hard, fast fuck is all I’m out for.”

Somehow, despite everything, despite the guilt he carried, despite the anger he had for himself, she’d just savaged him.

He wanted to shake her, demand she stop this—demand she look for more. Other words burned in his throat and he feared if he let them loose, he’d destroy any chance he might have at ever getting her to forgive him.

Burying the hurt, the anger, the confusion, he pressed his mouth to her neck and bit her. Hauling her against him, he spun and pressed her to the door. Lips against her soft skin, he murmured, “Fine. If that’s all you want, who am I to tell you no?”

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